The Cup of Life
Written originally in Arabic by Suad Al-Jazairi English Translation: Bedor Alobaidi Bedor Alobaidi / Suad Al-Jazairi What is left from yesterday's cup? There are teardrops at the bottom of that cup, afraid of each other, Wet with water of grief and seeds of disappointmenti I will plant them in dry soil waiting for rain. On the edge of the cup are remnants of love ; stories that are not suitable to be published ,because, they were written on an old paper that crumbled at the touch and the ends of the stories are amputated... In the cup there is a house of a poem that I forgot on an abandoned sidewalk, waiting for a drunk poet to pass by with his old rhyme. I crossed with my right foot from my yesterday to the day, His door was locked, and a paper written in a poor script was hanged in the doorbell that says: (Today is out of service, due to a technical failure, as its time has stopped). What did you throw for tomorrow othe